Annabelle, you're lucky to be alive.

I took Annabelle into the vet today, and given the noise she was making, you'd think it was the doggie equivalent of Auschwitz. She whined the entire way to the vet's office, she whined the entire time she was in the vet's office, she yelped and cried when she got her shots, she howled on the way to the store, and she got in a little more whining and yelping just before we got home.

Though I did omit something. Between the vet's office and going to the store, she decided that she needed to go to the bathroom. Number two. All over the car's back seat. There's nothing more appetizing than cleaning up dog poop just before you're ready to start making a meal. The worst part is that the smell permeates the car even after a round of cleaner, yet the intense cold means I can't leave my windows cracked to vent it out. Yep, my car will smell like a public toilet for a few days while that works its way out.

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We should have Max teach her how to love the vet. My Golden used to whine and cry all the way to the vet. As a matter of fact the only time she didn’t is when my mom drove us to the vet for the last time. She rested her weak head on my lap and never made a peep. She was such a wonderful dog.

It’s just so different from how Chloe acts. Chloe rushes to the car and as soon as we pull into the parking lot she starts doing this little excited whine because she wants to jump out of the car before I’ve even parked. then I get her out of the car and she pulls me full speed into the office where she runs around like a crackhead, tail wagging, sniffing every inch of the place and trying to lick the faces off of all of the vet staff. She’s never made a peep while getting a shot or during an exam. About the trickiest thing about taking her to the vet is that it’s hard to get her to sit still long enough to be weighed. Every place we take her, whether the vet or the groomer or what have you, they always tell us how Chloe was the best natured dog and such a pleasure and so forth.

It must be difficult to be the second child when the first child is so perfect.

EVERY SINGLE TIME we take Chewie and Sammie to the vet, they poop. Not in the car, but in the waiting room. Right in front of all the other proud mamas and papas. The vet people don’t seems to care — they just come and wipe it up but COME ON! GO OUTSIDE DOGGIES! GO OUTSIDE!!!